Colorado is having a high winds today. Mom says its the early start of spring time (usually in March), something called in like a lion and out like a lamb. She is hoping we will get mild weather soon.
Here is my Haiku telling you just how I feel:
My human brother brought this home for Mom. She immediately hugged him and put him where I can’t reach him.
He isn’t handsome enough or cute enough for a photo shoot with Mom!
October is my birthday month. Since I am a rescue Mom does not have an exact date. I get treats and toys all month. Well this is true of months that aren’t even my birthday month.
I am one year old now and today is my last day of puppy food. Mom has been mixing it with big boy food and it is almost gone.
My birthday Haiku.
Our church has an area where you light a candle for your concern or celebration. The rest of the congregation doesn’t know what your candle is for, but they pray with you to honor your request.
This is a simple haiku for a fellow blogger, his partner and their companion that came to me at candle lighting today.
A daily reminder from my companions that living in the moment is truly important.
Hi! Roscoe here with today’s guest blog post and Haiku.
When Mom adopted me they told her I was found alone on the streets of Trinidad, a puppy of less than 6 weeks and starving.
I sometimes get scared of things I can’t see and Mom is real patient and loving with me when this happens.
Stormy weather. Hate it. I can feel the electricity in the air. The room closes in on me, pressing me on all sides, choking me.
I can smell the lightning before it strikes, a smell like Mom scrubbing the sink. Clean but scary, knowing what comes next.
Rolling thunder heard from miles away, louder and louder causing me to pant in fear. Thunder I can feel in my bones bringing that horrible trembling that I can’t control.
Wind threatening to pick up the house and carry us all away.
Henry, Roscoe and Monty here with some dog Haiku for you to ponder.
Today’s haiku to humans on lounging in bed in the morning:
Trapped again.
Where to turn?
Helpless.
Resolved to flow with the unknown.
My dad decided he was going to grow bamboo in our backyard. It was insane and lush. He had a way of tilting his head and crinkling his eyes when he smiled.
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